I wore it after killing the God of Light

"...It's just teaching your children to fight, there's no need to do that."

What Mote just used was some kind of concealed aura, a magical technique to isolate detection, and he didn't know what was going on.

Protecting the calf is not like this.

Mote suddenly sighed, "You miss me like that?"

Otherwise, what else can you think of?Li Mingguang was silent.

The problem is not what he thinks about Mote, but that Mote's mind is twisted and twisted, and he doesn't just say that he really doesn't understand.

Mo Te is a little in love.

How could he, a man with maximal ambition, know what to think about in love.

Not to mention the trouble of doing it yourself, it may also be discovered by Mote that he is in a weak period.

Li Mingguang didn't want to do it himself unless he had to.

The atmosphere gradually became stalemate, and the guards onlookers retreated at some point, and the little elf prince, who was so disgraced by the spell, retreated into the corner sensibly.

Li Mingguang frowned, as a concession: "Maybe we should find another time to have a good talk."

Ke Mote was already one step ahead of him, unraveling the magic spell just now.

"Sorry," He said, "I'm just worried that they won't be able to accept you."

This reason is fine, but not necessary.

If it weren't for those elves who didn't hide their attitude at all, he wouldn't have done this on a whim.

"You have something to do, why are you here now?" Li Mingguang still felt that something was wrong.

He stared at the elf for a while, frowning slightly, and finally attributed the disobedience to Mote's dress.

Although it is still the body of the favored one, the style of the robe on his body is a bit like his previous one.

Mo Te's eyes were burning, and he hit another straight ball: "I want to see you."

Li Mingguang took his straight ball and pushed it back.

"Are you sure you want to see me, not because you're afraid that I'll go back on my word and run away?"

Unfortunately, Mo Te, who was talking about his thoughts: ...

"Why do you think so?" He coughed, "I have always believed in you."

Believe it or not, it's hard to say.

Li Mingguang snorted, "Who knows? If you hadn't signed the contract before, you might have sold my coordinates for [-] planes."

It's okay if you don't mention the plane, but if you mention Mote, you will regret it.

He wished he could just cut out that conversation, as if nothing had happened.

At that time, I was a little careful, but I really didn't think about it that much.

As long as Li Mingguang is willing to go with him, it will be resolved.Since there are options for both, why must one be given up?

The result is a decline in goodwill, and I still miss it until now.

"I didn't think about it before, and I only said half of what I said." Mote felt that he needed to explain again, "I will definitely take you away first, and those planes will also be yours."

"Don't think too much, I'm not worth four thousand planes." Li Mingguang made up the knife with a smile, "Besides, if there is such a thing, is it your turn?"

If there were so many planes, he would be the first to betray him without waiting for others.

Run away after cheating.

Where there is life, there is hope.

That's four thousand planes!four thousand!

How many materials do the four thousand planes add up to?

No matter which race, to settle in those planes, you have to get consent, let him pay taxes for this plane master.

The master of the plane is actually a wealthy charterer.

...Why is he not worth four thousand planes!

If he was worth four thousand planes, would he be like this now?

The more Li Mingguang thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. For the first time, he wondered if he was too good.

So far, he has only seen two camps' wanted warrants for him.

As for the reward for catching him, it didn't mention it at all.

Mote, who was hit in the vital part by a blow, was speechless.

He thought for a while, and then activated the final skill to hold the respect.

"I still have a few planes..."

"No, you don't understand, it's different." Li Mingguang interrupted him, "Receiving your own bounty is completely different from the materials donated by others. The latter is not comparable to the former at all."

Mote didn't understand very well.

But this does not prevent him from continuing to speak after what Li Mingguang said.

"Then I will let the Temple of Life..."

Li Mingguang's eyes became more melancholy, "No, this is a denial of my strength."

Then what do you want me to do.

Mo Te's brows and eyes were stained with helplessness, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

If he had only pursued the beauty of conflict full of destruction and power before, after really getting along with Li Mingguang, he gradually realized how cute he is.

Firm and strong, with a soft heart, never loses its way.

He is possibility itself, so irreplaceable.

Even at the risk of being burned, Mo Te was unwilling to let go of his hand.

He can understand the obsession of the God of Death.Therefore, no matter what, He will not hand over Li Mingguang.

He already belongs to Him.

The elf's eyes dimmed for a moment.

His intuition worked, and Li Mingguang began to feel that there was something weird about him again, and there was something wrong with him.

What the hell is going on with that doting look.Do I pet you?

He wasn't quite used to this atmosphere, and couldn't figure out how to bring up the topic again, so his eyes could only drift and drift, aiming at the little elf prince next to him.

The little elf prince shrank back to the corner again, and almost got the whole elf into the flower wall.

Li Mingguang smiled kindly: "Yes, it's you, I don't know your name yet."

"You can just call me Joshua, I just finished the fight, and I will give you some pointers by the way."

The human teenager was smiling, but the elf seemed to see the devil's tail wagging behind him.

He quietly glanced at the god who didn't show any expression, and was so nervous that he slammed into the flower wall outside the square.

The atmosphere is not right.

If he could turn into a plant, maybe he wouldn't have to face such a situation.

The elf prince, who didn't know what the Shura field was, shivered, and was pulled to him by Li Mingguang's rescue technique.

"It's quite shy." Li Mingguang said as if nothing had happened, "But he attacks with a rapier. Aren't elves better at long-range weapons like bows?"

If you ask this question, Mo Te must have something to answer.

He is really a little expert at alleviating the awkward atmosphere!

"Hope." Mete suddenly said, "The name of this elf."

The little elf prince who was suddenly named by God:? !

"Oh, let's hope then." Li Mingguang yelled, "The rapier game is alright, it's all fancy."

Elf prince, I wish I didn't exist at this moment.

But the elf is tall, even if he is still growing up, he is nearly two heads taller than Li Mingguang, and his presence is overwhelming.

"...My god." Hope said, feeling uneasy in his heart, "It is true that my skills are inferior to others, and I am not good enough to guard the elves. I will retire first."

Losing the elf's face, how could he have the face to face God QAQ.

The elf boy was like a cabbage beaten by Shuang, pitiful, even the strands of his hair were sluggish, and he didn't have the proud and impulsive look before.

Li Mingguang couldn't help interjecting, "Young people, there is still room for improvement, don't be discouraged."

It's not normal to beat him.

"Work hard, when you can let me use one hand, you will probably be the strongest."

Thanks to his consolation, Hope was in a worse mood.

The opposite of Hope is Mete.

"How can you comfort people like this." He said softly, but there was no reprimand in his words, "Besides, Hope is not qualified to challenge you."

The legendary mage Frostfire cannot be challenged by just a so-called strong man.

Li Mingguang couldn't help but smile, surprised by his straightforwardness.

Hope's entire aura sank, gradually weathering and fading.

It was definitely the darkest day of his life.

"My comforting skills should be fine, but if you don't know how to take care of children, it's absolutely solid."

What he said was too much, but at least it gave hope.

After all, Mote is the main god these elves believe in, and who can bear it if he is completely denied by his own god.

From this point of view, Hope is considered very strong if he didn't cry.

After carefully looking at the little prince for a while and confirming that the other party showed no signs of crying, Li Mingguang was completely relieved.

He has nothing to do with tears, tears are lethal weapons.

Hope bowed his head and tried to put on a proud attitude as he left.

Looking at his back, Li Mingguang blew his whistle, the whistle was light and loud, as lively as youth.

"I thought you hated elves." Mote said, he was pleased by the previous sentence of bringing the children, and didn't care about Li Mingguang's scrutiny just now.

The elves are a race created by him, no one knows the characteristics of elves better than him, "they are not friendly."

"That's right." Li Mingguang said, "It's a racial habit, but it's far from the level of saying you hate it. You can only say that you don't like it."

"And stereotypes aside, some places are actually quite cute."

He suddenly thought of a question, "To be honest, I'm not surprised that the elves will behave like this... What's the matter with your favored one?"

I didn't deliberately investigate before, and thought that the bard was a half-elf, but I didn't know how to get a little water of life.In fact, the characteristics revealed by the other party are just camouflage.

It was odd for a half-elf to be so enthusiastic, but it made sense.

For an elf, that attitude was too enthusiastic.

"After some considerations in the selection." Mote generously admitted his selfishness, "If you are willing to get close to humans and get out of the forest, maybe you can get news about you."

It is because He wants to know Li Mingguang's whereabouts that he has worked tirelessly to leave a triggering spiritual imprint on every favored one.

"……I see."

On the surface, Li Mingguang suddenly realized, and in his heart, he secretly poked and stabbed the villain of unknown relatives who had been possessed by him countless times.

Why are you so curious about what he looks like!

He never mentioned that he was seduced by his lack of morals first, and decided to keep a distance from all elves active in human society in the future.

Let's not discuss whether it can be glued to Mote's level of brown sugar, and how much trouble it will cause him after being glued.

His goal is to kill the gods, and his greatest wish is to overthrow the mage of the God of Light, and hook up with the higher gods, how decent is it?

Li Mingguang, a conservative mage, is very unacceptable.

Pulling and pulling, what does it look like?

The author has something to say: But we all know that the essence of human beings is...

()I made a mistake. I just found out that I changed the time of the previous deposit box and forgot to change the posting time of the latter deposit box. QAQ, the update is still at [-]:[-] p.m.